Fat ass, Korean Jason Lee.
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In which a black boy, finds out that life is not always black and white... maybe it's rainbow coloured.
The unrelated sequel to THE SAME
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"Which part don't you get?"
"I don't get the bu-business equations h-hyung... I'm sorry. You took ti-time to ex-explain it and it's n-not even your sub-subject."
We were currently studying in the library. Mireu has a class so I thought this would be a good time to tutor Sunghoo.
He was stressing over his exams. He said he couldn't understand the business equations so I offered to talk him through it. Because he sees me as cool.
I can't lose face with him.
I'm not a business expert but great grandad Kim explained the basics to me. Plus, I love math and science so learning and understanding equations feels like second nature to me.
My mum always wonders how I'm so smart but don't use my brain most of the times.
It's not my fault he thug life choose me.
"Which one?"
"The break e-even and cost of go-goods sold a-are confusing."
"If you look here," I pointed on his book leaning in, "you can see it broken down easily. I would just follow these formulas and substitute the values. Just think about them separately-"
"H-Hyunh," he softly interrupted, "you s-smell good."
I was doing so well too...
"It's Chanel Egoiste."
"It really s-suits you h-hyung. It's very mas-masculine but s-s-soft."
"Soft," I asked leaning on my palm looking at him. "No one really describes me as that."
"R-really? But you're a-always so nice."
No, I'm not and no one would agree with that. I am quite an asshole and I'm okay with that. I have never pretended to be kind to anyone.
I couldn't care less about outside people. Maybe I do have a gentler side towards my family members but not just any and everybody.
"What if I'm just nice to you?"
"T-then I mi-might get the wrong idea so... I'll just be-believe that h-hyung is nice to everyone."
"The wrong idea?"
He looked at his book, avoiding eye contact and I couldn't stand that. Not when the mood was like this... not when I want him to look at me. Not when I feel like I could just... eat him up.
"I asked, what is the wrong idea?" I softly grabbed his chin and turned his head towards me. There... those eyes and those parted lips...
Fuck, it makes me want to do stuff I shouldn't to him.
"Um, I-I," he stuttered returning my gaze with a dazed one. "I start to think that ma-maybe... I'm special to you."
"Maybe... you are."
He... kissed me but... I didn't avoid it. In fact... I kissed back. We separated for air but, it was like our lips had magnets. I was addicted... I think it's strawberry chapstick or maybe it's the taste of the bubble tea he was drinking.
Maybe it's the fact that... I've wanted a taste from day one.
"Wait-"
"I-im so sorry," he rushed off leaving me alone. He looked so panicked and red. I don't even know what I was telling him to wait for because my head is a mess right now.
